THIRD PERSON POV
Further down, a woman with a jeweled mask had her breasts pulled apart by rough hands, her n*****s sucked and bitten until she sobbed with pleasure. Her man spat wine over her chest, then licked it up greedily, leaving her body sticky, wet, and marked with bruises that would ache tomorrow. She came with his teeth still sunk into her n****e, her thighs jerking violently under the table.
Another had her head tipped back, her man’s c**k buried in her mouth while his fingers thrust into her p***y below. She gagged around him, tears streaking her mask, drool sliding down her chin. Yet her hand clawed at his ass, dragging him deeper, and when she came—squirting across the floor beneath her chair—it was with his c**k still stuffing her throat.
The air was thick with s*x—moans,
